After returning home, Veer first went with the girl to meet his mother, Revati. Revati was a little shocked when she saw her son had brought a young girl home.
Although the girl's clothes were quite old, they could not hide her natural beauty. The beautiful girl instantly caught Revati's liking the moment she laid eyes on her.
"This is my mother," Veer introduced Revati to the girl.
"My name is Diya, pleased to meet you, Ma'am," Diya greeted Revati, bowing slightly.
Upon meeting Revati, her beautiful face brightened, making her even more beautiful. Revati saw a glimpse of her own mother in Diya.
With a faint smile, Revati looked at Veer and asked, "Veer, what is all this?"
She hadn't expected her son, who had just left the house a while ago, to return with such a beautiful young girl.
"Mom, it's not what you're thinking..." Veer quickly tried to explain. He told Revati the whole story of how he met Diya, leaving nothing out, including the part where he taught Pranav Ahuja and his companions a lesson.
"Is this the same Pranav Ahuja who's infamous in Sanchi? If you've taught him a lesson, then it's no problem. Even if the Ahuja family comes here and tries to cause trouble, I am with you. They won't be able to touch you. You did nothing wrong. Boys like Pranav deserve this treatment," Revati said in a calm tone. She then looked at Diya, her eyes filled with motherly love.
"Diya, since none of your family members are alive, you can stay with us from now on. Anyway, my maid just left for her village to get married, so you can stay in her room."
With a loving glance, Revati spoke to Diya, who quickly expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Ma'am," with an enthusiastic smile on her rosy face.
"Come with me, I have some clothes for you. If you want, you can keep them."
Revati held Diya's hand and led her to her bedroom.
...
When Diya came out of Revati's bedroom, she was wearing new, bright white clothes. Revati had dressed her up as if she were her own daughter.
Her long black hair was now tied up, and her beautiful face had a different, radiant glow, making her look like a blooming lotus.
Her eyebrows, eyes, beautiful nose, and red lips—all looked extremely charming. Her waist was so slim that it could be held with just one hand; her delicate hands and long, slender legs made her seem like an apsara who had just descended from heaven.
"Diya, you look very beautiful in these clothes," Revati praised her.
"These are my childhood clothes. I never got a chance to wear them. If you like them, you can keep them," Revati added.
Veer, who was still standing outside the bedroom, couldn't take his eyes off Diya after seeing her new look.
Seeing Veer, Revati lightly smiled and said to Diya, "Look, I've only dressed you up a little, but nobody can take their eyes off you. Seems like someone has started liking you."
Veer felt a little awkward at his mother's words and quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere.
Diya's beauty had truly mesmerized him.
In his previous life, Veer had met many women. They were beautiful, but none of them had the simplicity and humility that Diya possessed. None could compare to Diya.
"Ma'am, I am just a maid… it's not right for me to wear such beautiful clothes."
Upon hearing Revati's praise, Diya's whole face turned red with embarrassment.
Revati, suppressing a laugh, said to Diya, "Who said you are a maid? Even if I wanted to make you my maid, I am afraid no one would let me do that..."
Veer was stunned. He had not spoken a word since the beginning, yet his mother's remarks were repeatedly targeting him. Meanwhile, upon hearing Revati's words, Diya's face turned even redder.
Although Revati and Veer had not accepted Diya as a maid, Diya had already considered herself their maid, so she started helping Revati with the household chores.
Veer and Revati had already done her a great favor by not making her their maid, and now Revati had allowed her to stay in their house. If she didn't do anything to repay them, her heart wouldn't find peace.
Kind, wise, and intelligent, Diya quickly bonded with Revati and Veer, becoming part of their small family.
...
Meanwhile, in the Ahuja family's palace, a middle-aged man stood in the courtyard, frequently glancing towards the nearby bedroom.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and an elderly man came out.
"Acharya Suryakant, how is my son now?" The middle-aged man asked the elderly sage, who nodded and sighed, saying:
"Shreekant, the person who harmed your son is truly cruel. Your son's spine is completely broken... even after taking the ninth-level Suvankshati pill, there are no signs of recovery. I am unable to do anything; please forgive me."
"What..?" The color drained from the middle-aged man's face.
Acharya Suryakant, a ninth-level healer whom the Ahuja family had paid a hefty sum to invite, was unable to heal his son. Did this mean his son would be permanently disabled? Would he be bedridden for life?
"Shreekant!"
At that moment, a middle-aged man entered and handed Shreekant a box.
"This is an eighth-level Suvankshati pill. Quickly give it to your son. Hopefully, it will help his wounds heal faster."
"Family Head!" Shreekant looked at the Ahuja family head in surprise.
Earlier, he had considered asking the family head for the eighth-level Suvankshati pill, but he knew the Ahuja family only had one, so he refrained.
But now the family head himself was giving it to him, and Shreekant couldn't hold back his excitement.
"Shreekant, if my son hadn't caused trouble, your son wouldn't have been harmed. I apologize for this incident… As for my son, I will certainly punish him severely," Abhay Ahuja, the family head, said with shame and regret.
Hearing the family head's words, Shreekant's anger cooled, and he kneeled down; any lingering resentment in his heart was completely washed away by his tears.
"Shreekant... what are you doing? Get up quickly and give this medicinal pill to your son," Abhay Ahuja said.
Shreekant stood up and extended his hand to take the Suvankshati pill from Abhay.
Just then, Acharya Suryakant suddenly said:
"Shreekant, to be honest, even the eighth-level Suvankshati pill, let alone the seventh-level one, won't help your son recover! If you had the Ashthi Chakra pill, your son might have been healed... but Ashthi Chakra pills have long been extinct. In today's time, hardly any healer would be able to make one."
Shreekant's extended hand froze in mid-air, and the hope in his heart shattered mercilessly.
Encouraging Shreekant, Abhay said:
"Still, let your son take this Suvankshati pill. Perhaps it will improve his condition."
Shreekant shook his head in despair.
"Family Head, there's no need for this. I trust Acharya Suryakant's ability. If he says this pill won't work for my son, then I would prefer that we don't waste this precious medicinal pill."
"I just want to find the person who did this to my son... until I kill that person, my heart won't be at peace."
Taking a deep breath, Shreekant said to Abhay. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred.
In response, Abhay Ahuja said sternly:
"Shreekant, don't worry, the entire Ahuja family will leave no stone unturned in finding that person."
"Thank you, Family Head!"
On the other hand, in the Mishra family palace, all the members of the Mishra family had received the news that next month, the talented warrior of the Mishra family, 'Abhijeet', and the son of the Ninth Elder, Veer, would be competing in the arena.
Aman was so confident about Abhijeet's victory that he even invited the head of the Mishra family, 'Vardhan Singh', and the First Elder to watch the match. He wanted everyone to see his son winning and Veer losing. This way, he would get double the joy. This match would not only avenge Ravi's defeat but also allow him to take revenge on Revati for his own loss.
This news had caused a sensation among all the members of the Mishra family.
"When Veer injured Ravi, I realized right then that the Seventh Elder Aman and Abhijeet wouldn't let Veer get away so easily. They would take revenge on Veer. And look... just as I thought, it happened."
"Abhijeet is a Fourth-level warrior in the Physical Realm. But for his brother, he is willing to face Veer, who is only at the First level. This might make everyone mock Abhijeet, but for him, his brother is more important than his own honor."
"I don't understand why Veer accepted Abhijeet's challenge. He must know that he can't defeat Abhijeet. Could it be that when Ravi beat him last time, he suffered a head injury?"
"Abhijeet won't let Veer go easily. Even if he can't kill him, he will certainly cripple him for life."
.......
No one expected this from Veer. It was quite natural, given the vast difference in their strengths. One was so powerful that by the age of sixteen, he had already entered the Fourth level of the Physical Realm.
On the other hand, the other was so weak that he had barely entered the First level.
Though Veer had managed to defeat Ravi, a Second-level warrior, his situation with Abhijeet was different. Ravi and Abhijeet were brothers, but their strengths were not at the same level.
Everyone was talking about the upcoming match between Veer and Abhijeet. However, the main topic of conversation was Veer, who had disappeared for the moment.
"Finally!"
Looking at the ring on his right hand's middle finger, Veer smiled.
With the help of Laksh's memories, he had created this ring, which was based on inscription techniques.
"Abhijeet, just wait for our match. When the time comes, I will give you a gift that you will never forget in your life."
A mischievous smile appeared on Veer's face.
"Master, your bathwater is ready," Diya said, entering the bedroom.
Veer extended his hand, wiping the sweat off Diya's forehead, and said, "Diya, you must be tired. Go, rest for a while."
The mischievous look on Veer's face had now vanished.
He smiled lightly and said to Diya, "Diya, you don't need to do these chores anymore. I can handle all my work myself. After all, you're not my maid."
"Master, please don't worry about me. After bathing in the divine water you provided, my body has become even stronger. I can easily handle these tasks."
Diya extended her small hands towards Veer. Seeing him care for her brought her a different kind of happiness.
Veer took her hands and said, "It seems like our Diya will soon become a warrior. The divine water has made your body stronger and more agile. You just need to learn a little about martial arts, and you will become a warrior."
Diya, showing wisdom, said, "Master, I know that you care for me. The Mishra family is a powerful family, and there must be some rules here. Martial arts can't be given to outsiders. So, please don't worry about me. I don't want to become a warrior. For me, it's enough that I can always stay with you and the Madam."
Veer silently appreciated Diya's wisdom and then said, "Diya, if I ever want to give you any martial art, it will be my own martial art, not the Mishra family's. For now, you go... I will come to your room this evening... Diya... what happened? Why has your face turned so red all of a sudden?"
Veer asked with a light smile.
Diya didn't respond and quickly ran out of the room.